Shikamaru was walking through the village, his senses on high alert. There had been a weird feeling in the air he couldn’t quite put a name to, but he was on edge regardless.

He had recently just turned 17, so he moved out of his parents home already—now living in a small one bedroom house in the outskirts of Nara clan.

As he stepped up to his house, he narrowed his eyes. Someone had been in here. Probably still was. Ambush? He couldn’t be sure.

Rain had been threatening the leaf recently, so he wasn’t taking any chances. No way in hell.

He sighed, relaxing as he slowly opened the door—eyes darting around for half a second before he forced a yawn, walking to the couch. “What a drag..” he murmured, yet his gaze stayed sharp as he looked around.